Disclaimer: I don't, my mind maybe be as crazy as the doctor's, but not crazy enough to come up with him.

Summary: 144 Chapters, somewhat follows a plot, the first two are drabbles to establish the beginning. A bit AU, starts after Amy and Rory get married.
"Talk" is Gallifreyan

:...talk...: The TARDIS words electronic voice or on monitor.


Two

The Doctor+Gallifrey=Festival Time!

xxx

Salla stood as the speakers on the rail announced there would be a fifteen minute docking period before the transport moved again.

The Doctor pulled out a handful of color-tinted clear disks, looking like slightly over-sized casino chips before handing a green tinted one to the lady. "Salla, here's a credit disk, mind getting it activated for me?"

"Of Course, be right back."

Amy turned to watch her leave before facing the Doctor as he watched out the window, "Doctor? What's a credit disk?"

"Ah...kinda like an earth gift card you could say...each is worth so much-well on Gallifrey it's credits, the currency used here-the system resets every night and renders any card off the planet dormant, meaning you have to reactivate them to use it. In this case, we can't get off without one, you pay the rail fare as you get off."

Amy nodded, a little hesitant to use the Doctor's money until Rory was holding one to examine it, faintly inscribed on the gold tinted disk was a rather large number, the Doctor found her focus and smirked a little.

"Don't worry Amy, Gallifrey has a flexible exchange rate with numerous planets and moons, I've collected so many of these bloody disks over the years that it won't hurt to use them up a bit."

The red head smiled, standing when Salla returned, the disk now glowing at the center, "You're good to go, I hope you enjoy the festival...oh! And I recommend the Crystal Suites if you need somewhere to stay, they're my favorite."

The Doctor nodding to the lady, giving a bit of a bow as she dipped as well before weaving further through the rail to find a new seat, the Time Lord led his companions off the rail, sliding the disk through a slot and tapping in the number of fares.

The 'conductor' tipped his head, smiling pleasantly and even helping Amy down the steps before waving at the driver as the rail hummed to life.

"Come along Ponds, if you end up too close to the rails when that gets moving you'll be in all sorts of troubles." The Doctor called as he strolled away, heading towards a building covered in plants that were actually green.

Amy raced after him, easily ducking in between other Gallifreyans, Rory on the other hand ran right into a couple.

The Doctor froze, watching as the human politely apologized and helped the two up, gathering the lady's parcels and tucking them back in her bag and handing it to her.

The lady laughed, "Finally! Another human! It gets so dreadful being here alone...what's your name dear?"

"Rory Williams."

She laughed again, "Well, if you need someone a bit more normal to talk to, look me up, Ellen Hartly, I live just up this rail line at the Market Center."

Rory nodded, smiling as the man, who must have been Gallifreyan gently led Ellen away, smiling to Rory without speaking.

The Doctor watched him carefully as he caught up with them, "Careful Rory, the next person you knock over might just be someone a little more important, and with a shorter temper."

xxx

The building covered in plants was a cafe, the tables were tall, small, and round with high stools around them, the Doctor grabbed one that was empty, taking off his tweed jacket and draping it over the back of his seat.

"You two stay here, and I really mean stay."

Amy nodded and winked as she took her seat, fingers gently brushing the edges of a fiery colored flower in the centerpiece.

The Doctor slapped her hand away, "Don't touch that, they bite."

As if on cue the flower lunged, snapping irritably and provoking a fish in the vase to come to the surface, it looked more like an otter than a fish except for the scales, and it cooed softly.

"Ah, a babblefish, those you can pet and play with, but don't touch the flowers."

Amy was already humming to the light blue and green creature, stroking its head as it purred.

After several minutes of Amy convincing Rory to pet the babblefish, the Doctor returned with a tray loaded with what could be considered snack foods, and a glass of slightly bubbling liquid for each of them.

"Go on, try it!"

They each took a sip, and Amy almost choked, "Sprite? On another planet?"

Rory looked at her funny, "No it's not, it's Root Beer."

"You're both wrong, it's Diet Coke."

The two glanced to the the Doctor, "I'm kidding, the drinks adapt their tastes to that which the drinker prefers, this is the carbonated version, some are like tea...some coffee...others juices...mildly amusing actually."

"Does a type do the same with alcohol?" Rory asked as the Doctor took a drink of his own, the time lord spluttered, coughing heavily before looking at the human a bit astonished before recovering.

"No, none of them do that...anything similar to alcohol hear is just like earth, one name-one flavor or taste or whatever...and you two are not to go experimenting with those without me, some of them could kill you."

That calmed Rory down but he still looked eager to try something, at that the Doctor handed them each a dish of what appeared to be french bread in little loaves the size of a chip, only fluffier.

"Aridian flour rolls, dip them in the different sauces and what not and you have a rather delicious snack."

Amy stabbed her fork into a piece and examined the sauce dishes, "Not going to tell us what the different dips are?"

The Doctor smirked before dipping a piece into a creamy white sauce that mimicked clam chowder in appearance, "Not just yet, want to see what you pick first."

Since the alien easily consumed the creamy sauce, both humans tried it, Amy humming in delight when it tasted like Vanilla and Cinnamon. Rory went on to try the adjacent bowl, and found a mild salsa dip.

The time lord snacked silently as the two experimented, both trying a sauce cautiously before eating it again and deciding the flavor. At one point there was only one dip left untouched when a man behind the Doctor yelled, fanning his tongue before gulping an iced drink, his table mates laughing hysterically as he turned red in the face.

The Doctor quickly checked his slip, the last dip was the only spicy dip...the same as the man had just consumed.

And Rory had just dunked a bit of bread in it.

"Rory no!"

Now, leaping from a stool that lifted you and foot and a half off the ground was bad enough, but lunging for someone sitting in the same position was just plain stupid.

Rory and the Doctor hit the ground with an amusing thud.

...

The cafe's occupants laughed when Amy started giggling, another man helping the two to their feet while the Doctor discarded the spicy dip.

"That one was probably worse than Bhut Jolokia, the Earth world record for hottest pepper, definitely not something to try."

The Ponds nodded, both content to go back to the other flavors.

xxx

Crystal Suites was a beautiful hotel, and after a quick check in, the Doctor led them to the elevator and to their Suite. The set of rooms contained two bedrooms, a personal bath for each, a living room, and a kitchen, all fully stocked. The wardrobes in the bedrooms were locked tight, automatic materializers creating clothes for them all.

Amy was content to stare out the window as Rory explored the kitchen and the Doctor rummaged in his room, muttering softly under his breath as he did so, the red head was entranced by the buildings and transports, most hover crafts but some rolled on the streets down below.

A loud bleep alerted them to the closets unlocking and the Doctor yelled for them to get cleaned up and changed, and meet in the living room in a hour.

...

Amy smiled as the shower pulsed firmly on her shoulder, the almost lavender scented bath soap cleaning away whatever filth she'd picked up chasing that bird. Rory had already showered and was now sorting through the suddenly appeared clothes.

"Amy?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think we should match?"

"What do you mean?"

"You were something green, I wear something green..."

"Don't know."

"The two of you are supposed to!"

The last yell was the Doctor from across the Suite, his voice carrying rather well, "You're married, the matching colors shows instead of wedding rings, some wear them some don't."

Hair wrapped in a towel and a fluffy bathrobe over her body, Amy came a grabbed a satin like mahogany colored dress with a dark green sash, Rory was already holding a dark red tunic with green belt and designs.

"These will work."

xxx

The two were lounging on the couches in the living room when the Doctor appeared, his tunic ranging from dark brown to an almost cream tan in small strips over his chest and back, the black belt held the Sonic Screwdriver in a case as well as a hip bag that must hold other necessary things.

"Ready?"

...

The Doctor seemed hesitant to talk much, preferring to merely walk on Amy's other side as the trio wandered the streets, admiring the sights and the small market stalls lining both sides of the streets. Right after leaving the hotel, the Doctor had activated another handful of the credit disks, giving both Ponds two different colors, one red the other gold, in Earth terms it would have probably equaled over a thousand dollars each.

"Doctor we can't-"

"Yes you can and you will, this is my home planet so you are my guests, besides, this way if one us gets distracted the others can keep going, just no sampling drinks without me."

An agreement made they continued, Amy stopping numerous times to admire the different styles of jewelery, at one booth her lively chattering had actually been silenced by a silver head band, garnet and onyx gems set along the top. The seller and maker of the piece gently eased it into the human's red hair, showing her a mirror to admire it.

The Doctor had stood a few paces away as Amy examined the goods, Rory right beside her out of nervousness and excitement all at once. The time lord quickly noticed neither Pond was willing to spend the credits he had given them, and the faked look of uninterested buyer in Amy's face as she handed back the head band made the alien sigh.

Rory and Amy kept moving forward while the Doctor returned to the one stall, smiling to the shopkeeper as he selected his choice.

...

"Amelia!"

The Doctor ran up to the pair before holding a hand over the red-head's eyes, slipping something into her hair before she could stop him.

The onyx head band.

"Doctor..."

"Relax a little you two, have some fun."

With that statement the married couple shared a look before dragging the Doctor off to a secluded gap in the market stalls.

"We...have kind of been avoiding that..."

"Why?"

Amy bit her lip, "Because of you...you seemed so upset about being here and you know what's going to happen and we didn't want for all of us to get so happy and loving everything for it to be gone...oh that sounded terrible!"

The Doctor bowed his head before sighing heavily and hugging first Rory then Amy, "Oh you two...I want you to have fun...I want me to have fun...I don't want to leave this time with worse memories than the last, for once I'm not going to work myself up trying to stop everything."

Amy smiled, hugging her raggedy doctor tighter, "Alright then, why don't you show us what you consider fun, eh?"

The Doctor grinned, the one that made Rory nervous and Amy excited, "Well then...let's go."


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